Her angry looks made me think, “Shit man, did I say something wrong? Did I ruined my opportunity?”. She looked around to check if there’s anyone... else present on the floor and after thinking for about 2 minutes, she said “Ok”.I couldn’t believe my ears. Her “Ok” took me to the cloud nine that I’ll be giving a massage to the woman of my dreams. This was probably the best “ok” of my life. All these naughty thoughts to touching and feeling the soft and smooth skin of hers started making some. I also considered diving in again because suddenly the thought of having to fuck her made me shrink to a rather tepid erection. Suddenly, I wouldn’t been able to fuck an over worked Vegas street whore. So, under the guise of giving her a moment, I kissed her thighs. Meanwhile, I reached underneath myself, pushed my pants down, and pulled out my cock. I rubbed myself like someone convincing a disinterested puppy to play catch. After a few moments, it worked well enough where I reckoned I would. Alisha moved towards Nyla, she was sleeping with her face near K’s crotch. They might have had a 69 again last night, Alisha thought. She poked Nyla to wake her up, but it made no effect. Alisha bent down and pinched Nyla’s pink nipples, which made Nyla wake up with a slight moan. “What the hell are you doing?” Nyla groaned.“We didn’t come here to bathe in these idiot’s juices!” Alisha growled at Nyla“Oh yeah!” Nyla murmured as she got up, “I will wake him up with one last hand job,” she. We wouldn't have been able to identify him without it." You're welcome," said Lacey. One of her sales associates was standing impatiently, waiting to get a question answered. "I have to go now." All right. Thanks again. Good luck."Lacey hung up the phone. Within ten minutes she'd forgotten all about the call.It took two weeks before Bob thought Lacey was recovered enough to try racquetball. She was the old Lacey, there, with nothing forgotten. Two weeks wasn't enough, though. She could only go.